Lilith's situation was terrible. Her once beautiful form had warped into that of a malformed, hideous hag.
She stared at Damon's inhuman body, then at the leg that had regenerated after the corruption spread through him. The flesh was twisted and blackened, barely resembling something human anymore, yet it had still grown back. Somehow, despite the corruption, Damon's mind remained his own—
Though only barely.
"What did you do?" she asked quietly, feeling her own thoughts being clawed at by distant whispers.
Damon lowered his head slightly.
"I opened my eyes to the truth."
Lilith took a shaky breath.
"What now? Ashcroft's broadcast plan failed, we almost got us killed, we're corrupted, hated by society, and now we look like monsters."
"Don't worry." Damon's voice came out husky and distorted, echoing unnaturally from his monstrous throat. "I still think you're pretty."
Lilith touched her wart-covered face bitterly. She hated him seeing her in such a pathetic state.
